Song Lyrics
I come to school with the taylor on my earlobe, i got 5 on it (Reprise), i don t know
They didn t let you get the drank, i got 5 on it, i m hella high
Pass the doobie to the left biddy-bum-bum-boo, aw fuck that, but the tanqueray straight had me
yeah go get some tanquo or something
What the fuck wrong with you?, pass that shit over here
Man i spend with you all the time, i got 5 on it Got, fuck a crutch i be smoking that shit
To take the dank out of the baggie, i ain t trippin
I gotta take a piss test for my p, enough to get a phat sack
You better bring your own shit chief, wrap my lips around a 40, nigga let s get smoked
don t babysit that
The serious bomb will make a nigga go delirious like eddie murphy, don t babysit that
I take a sack to the face whenever i can, you take a puff and pass my bomb back
nummy ain t my homie to begin with
and when it comes to get another stogie
man i spend with you all the time
Bring me a bottle and i m cool with that, well sue me then
Wrap my lips around a 40, let s go half on some liquor
cause i know the weed in my system is getting lonely
Unless you pull out the phat crispy, nigga lets go half on a sack
Next time i roll it in a tampa, aw fuck that, i take a sack to the face whenever i can
Well nigga bust a u-ie then, what you talking about On, eh man quit hogging up the joint
Here smell this, here smell this On, unless you pull out the phat crispy
I got some bucks on it, suck up the dank like a slurpee
i got 5 on it
and when it comes to get another stogie
Nigga let s smoke this, 5 dollar bill on the real before its history
I don t know, an if you let em hit it for free On, it s got me stuck and i m tore back
But i m the type that likes to light another joint like cypress hill, there was getting no higher, i think i ll stick to the crazy 8 s